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I carry my love
inside my ribs
and I am so bent
by its weight
I can barely walk.
I stopped being a woman
the day you kissed me,
the day you kissed me,
instead
I am a two-legged museum of
things that finally make sense –
I am a museum of you
and
I carry myself around this town
feeling heavier than ever,
praying that I'll never be able
to walk with my back straight
again.
i promised myself i'd stop breaking my ribs for people who don't belong in my chest.
ReplyDeleteafter a while it was the pain i couldn't live without
Thank you for sharing your beautiful thought! It really brought a smile on my face. :)
ReplyDeletei promised myself i'd stop breaking my ribs for people who don't belong in my chest
ReplyDeleteafter a while it was the pain i couldn't live without
because
i had too many miles between my ribs
the tiles of other peoples bathrooms
in my palms
no sence of balance
or direction
it has to mean something, right?
you can’t just run
sometimes you have to choose
to stay
you plant your feet firmly
you will grow out of this
you will grow out of this
you will grow out of this
they said
you will grow words out of this
is the thing that they never said
it is in your blood
like it is in the sap
of the roots that will grow
from the your soles of your feet
the thing is
you were made to heal
so break away
my darling
breathe in the dust from your bones
like the smoke of cigars
it won’t kill you
it will let you live
slowly
just enough so you can
lick the blood of your skin
pretend it’s not just another bloody mary
you see i get confused sometimes
people fell from me too often
i forgot which way is down
i guess i have to grow
until moss grows on me
maybe i’ll learn which way is north again